I hope one day to look down from a stage and sing to you the songs I wrote To write more than single page and to become an actual poet My life’s not exciting there’s nothing worth reciting I’m living in a timelapse waiting for the collapse Planning for the future is hard when you don’t plan on having one, it’s seeming like this year’s calendar will out last me There’s no need to panic I’m just a little manic, I’m doing great without you and I don’t know if that’s true Will you ever leave my mind? Will I ever leave the house? I don’t have the answers and search engines don’t help It’s hard to live it’s hard to die when the easy way out is tougher than I am I waste my life contemplating the evening, writing dumb lyrics filled with abstract meaning I can’t think because I’ve rotted my mind with drugs But I’d do it all again if that means that I’d impress you And It doesn’t make me happy to hear you’re depressed too But when this ship floods I’ll be glad to sink with you I’m lazy and stupid, pretentious and useless A slug tainting everything I that touch I’m leaving behind a trail of regrets for someone else to fulfill It’s hard to live it’s hard to die When the easy way out Is tougher than I am I waste my life contemplating the evening Writing dumb lyrics filled with abstract meaning I can’t give advice I recommend nothing that I do and Every day feels like I’ve come down with the flu Time comes in like tide stealing everything, all that’s left are our soggy memories One of these days I'll fill this empty bed and fix all the issues inside my head Enjoy my life before I'm dead and Move past everything that's been said This life is a write off of cosmic insignificance and I can’t be bothered to care myself I haven’t been sober a day in October but who does that affect? It’s hard to live it’s hard to die When the easy way out Is tougher than I am I waste my life contemplating the evening Writing dumb lyrics filled with abstract meaning

I saw beauty in a broken mirror face Staring back at me everything was in its place In a vacant parking lot of the sun rises through the empty sky And the smoke from your cigarette fades into the bright abyss I could never forget you even if I wanted to You are my milestone from the time I wasn't alone You are the air I breathe, the sand and sea You are branded onto me, you are all my eyes ever see Everything I want to be, you are my history But you’re not here anymore Though I still see you in hazy memories like I’m lost inside a storm Like writings in the snow soon they will melt away Leaving only the lingering stench of your presence There is a spectre haunting me, it is the ghost of you When I’m at my worst I dream of you And when I do, you’re alive Princess Anastasia You've left a great impression on my mind Ball and chained to your royal image I dream in dreams of your winter palace And now I'm called an idealist For imagining a world without your oppression Your face is a shoddy caricature and your voice a broken radio Your furs are imitation and faded from the sun Just like chaulk on a board waiting to be erased I'm waiting for my final sleep but that won't be with you So I will have to make do You’re a silent movie for the blind The unnatural beauty of your smile When I think of your burning hair It’s too much to bare My guitar strings have been broke Since we went to that metal show My ears are still ringing With the timbre of your voice There is a spectre haunting me, it is the ghost of you When I’m at my worst I dream of you The time we spent, what I wouldn’t do To get back to you, Princess Anastasia This is a confessional booth, a one way mirror Now it seems like nothing I do Will ever reach you The phonelines are cut and the tv is off All I hope for is one day at the end of the race You think of my stupid words and face For a moment as brief as a lightning strike I'd be in your holy presence again

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I'm a camera on a tripod watching the crowds pass by Everything out of focus Full of memories that aren't mine Little Miss takes a drag Almost can’t tell she’s sad She walks this empty world Like an after hours fair A couple walk past She’s hanging off him like a noose He’s staring off into space And his face kind of looks like mine Plato’s on a smoke break contemplating life He says “it is what it is” “This world is but sparks in the wind” “To live the best life is to not live at all Now all I have is this image of you Such a pretty sight The light in my life that’s been snuffed House cats dream of tigers in Manhattan While neighborhood moms idle their days in shopping malls Academics learn to read Latin To prepare for their going hence An empty house on the boulevard Filled with old photos of nobody And clothes that fit no one Through frosted windows I see nothing The puddles in the potholes reflect your eyes While you weep about having never tried Imagining the moments before you die Wishing you had someone to tell it’s okay to cry

Idiosyncratic panic all alone on a friday night Wondering if tonight will be the last day of the rest of your life Smokescreens and bar scenes missing the forest for the fog Cigarettes and coffee are the opium of the people It’s time better spent than praying at the steeple Life is like a horoscope an optical illusion it's plain to see That things are not alright Scared to die even though I'll be free Skating on the edge of existence This distance, I feel to that around me I've been in the darkness so long my pupils are constricted And I've lost sight of what I want I wish something would come drown me. Being with you feels like singing into a broken microphone This intimacy is brings me closer to being alone I’m Abraham’s son like a cut rope Connected to no one I hang from the ceiling Oh how I’d love for this all to be but a dream The shadow of a sign from a passing car’s lights When I awake to a new familiar life Sipping beer by the pool And taking my kids to school Spiritual paralysis from the neck up Thinking of that one way train waiting at the red light Oblivion is always in my peripheral vision They've been keeping my spot warm Being with you feels like singing into a broken microphone This intimacy is brings me closer to being alone I’m Abraham’s son like a cut rope Connected to no one I hang from the ceiling This life's a wrong answer on a test that needs to be erased I'm all obsolete like a typewriter from 1982 I’m a drunkenly gotten tattoo a stupid fucking joke in everything that I do. I'm not a man of action But a die with only ones All I know is nothing But I'll try and have some fun And make the best of this absurdly useless life

They say time heals all wounds but this wasn't just a flesh wound You gave me the light of my life And now I'll burn away any feelings for you I know how to fuck up it's like riding a bike no matter how many songs I write Nothing will ever turn out right Teach me love, like a dog from a shelter Who's stomach has never been rubbed Become the North Star which guides me And my reason for sailing on You could be my saviour lift me up from the darkness of my mind into your arms I would traverse the Earth for you Over burning coals and frozen lakes But how could you love a person like me? I'm a rundown gas station in between towns Cars pass and visit every now and then. I'm a secondary story fading into the background A minor character in a minor key. I'll be late for the funeral For the end times have come I'll sit alone in my room Waiting for impending doom But it will never come As nothing ever happens in my life